[ Laptop left behind in their country home, Arthur has his phone in hand and is clicking away on the buttons of the device, replying to e-mails as he tries to gather leads and updates on their current situation, though he tries to make it appear as if he's playing one of the games, iPod resting to the side with the earphones loosely in place.
He mouths the words here and there, constantly glancing down to the other end of the bed where Eames lies in close contact, and hiding the smile when he feels his eyes on him when he's focusing on the words on the screen. Eames hasn't suggested anywhere to go or anything he wants to do, and Arthur doesn't mind staying in for a while, relaxing, and trying to keep as cool as possible.
He stops what he's doing when the book drops, though, an amused quirk of the eyebrow staring down, and it takes everything he has not to pay attention to where the water makes the skin of his hip glisten, or the fact that Eames is half-naked in general. ] You alive down there?
[ Immediately regretting the pretense, Arthur sighs, amused, but feeling guilty the second the panic surfaces. He crawls forward and pulls the bigger man into his arms. ] Come here, you idiot. [ He doesn't know when he started calling him that, but he really thinks he should try to be more affectionate, especially since he forgets how underneath it all Eames isn't as sure of himself as he likes people to believe.
He rests their foreheads together, locking gazes. ] If we're having incredible sex we might as well have fun doing it. But neon? Really? [ He picks out a set of beads, not able to stop laughing when he does, tapping the end of it to Eames' nose. ] What did you think I was gonna do, pack my bags?
[ Pouting. ] They didn't have anything in paisley. [ With a grin, Eames ends up somehow in his lip, hand curling into his hair as he gives a little tug. It's easy to relax into him now that he knows Arthur doesn't mind, crinkles his nose just a little. ] You mean you're going to let us play? [ Wriggling his eyebrows. ] I have handcuffs.
Suddenly I'm thankful for neon. Paisley would never be the same again. [ Head flopping back, eyes closed, he lets out a shaky breath, the sensation of having fingers tangled in his hair - Eames' fingers - reminding him all over again just what he can reduce him to. ] Let me guess, pink and fluffy?
Purple. [ Leaning in so his mouth is right beside Arthur's ear. ] You're gorgeous. [ Tugging on his hair again, because he knows this gets Arthur going, makes him hot underneath Eames. ] And you're all mine. Now what are we going to do about our little problem, mm?
Oh? [ He's genuinely interested in putting said purple handcuffs to use, hands slowly working their way down the length of Eames' back, slipping beneath the loose and already lowered waistband to cup his arse cheeks, spreading them as he massages them in sensual circles. He scrunches up his nose at the compliment. ] Stop it, you'll make me blush.
[ Turning to look down into the box, Arthur picks out a neon green dildo with a smirk, slapping it against Eames' chest. ] Call me unimaginative, but this seems like a good place to start. [ He eyes up a yellow vibrating cock ring then looks down into Eames' lap. ] Unless you had other things in mind?
[ The tight feeling of hands on his arse is something that always makes Eames hot, hips rolling forward like he wants to push into Arthur's space and rut against him. He ends up sinking his teeth into Arthur's neck, just hard enough to make him gasp, grinding down into his lap. ]
It's too hot to go out. [ Licking the shell of Arthur's ear. ] And some of these toys are waterproof. I say we do whatever is going on in that lovely brain of yours and more. Mm?
[ Immediately pushing up into the pressure, Arthur squeezes Eames' arse and shoves the jeans as low down as he can from the angle, head dropping to the side to offer up more access. ] Waterproof? That could come in useful.
[ Pulling himself away, though not too far, he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, fingers clumsy in their rush. ] But like you pointed out, it's incredibly hot, and wearing clothes isn't doing anyone any good.
[ Fumbling fingers skitter over the buttons in Arthur's shirt, pulling them none too gently and pushing the entire thing over his shoulders. It doesn't really help Arthur, because he abandons his post to palm him through the boxers, fingers curling around his fabric clad cock. ] God, I've missed you. [ Scattering kisses along his shoulder. ] I've missed you so fucking much. Christ.
[ The touch throws him off, makes him still, and when he regains control he's pushing up into Eames' hand while he finally manages to free himself from the cotton shackles. Breathing growing heavy as his heart races, he tosses the shirt somewhere to the side and attacks the jeans still keeping Eames from him, pushing them down, and he moans out when Eames' hard cock is freed, springing up to attention. ] Show me. Fuck, Eames, show me, reclaim me, remind me why I fucking love you.
[ The noise he makes can only be described as a whimper, a desperate stutter of sound as he pushes his jeans off, still trailing kisses down Arthur's chest. The other man's boxers are pushed over his hips, get caught along his knee as Eames brushes his cheek against Arthur's stomach, stubble sliding on skin.
Inhaling the scent of his skin for a moment before pressing a kiss just below his navel, chin nudging the tip of his cock. ] I think I know just how.
[ A deep breath catches, chest heaving up, and he slides slender fingers into the soft strands of Eames' hair, bending a leg at the knee to hook his toes around the restricting boxers, pulling them the rest of the way off.
He's struggling to hold up his head, eyes on Eames with the pupils shot wide, tongue flicking out over drying lips. ] Anything. Do anything, Eames, shit, just, don't stop.
[ He nuzzles a little further down, falling after the trail of hair on Arthur's stomach. When he's eye-level to groin, Eames licks his lips, voice going soft and crooning. He's addressing Arthur's erect dick and it's ridiculous, but so very Eames. ] Hello you, did you miss me?
[ Leaning in, he presses his lips to the tip of his cock, smearing precome over his mouth like a balm as his tongue darts out to slide along it. Fingers trail up Arthur's hip, across his leg to nudge lightly at his balls. ] Mmm.
[ Between groaning at how stupid Eames is being, he laughs, the effort of it causing his hard cock to bob a little closer, as if it's responding to the words and trying to gain more attention. ] Name it and it'll be the last time you ever see it.
[ Dropping heavily back onto the bed, Arthur grips hold of what bedding he can gather beneath his fingers, back arching up, and gasping out, knuckles white with the effort of not thrusting up into the warmth of Eames' mouth. Muttering incoherently for a minute, his voice sounds both relieved and pained, like he's almost on the verge of sobbing with it. ] Shit, shit, shit. [ Hooking his knees over Eames' shoulders, he squeezes his shut, head thrashing from side to side and a hand leaving the sheets to stroke over his own chest, teasing his nipples. ]
[ Running a soothing hand over Arthur's hip, Eames parts his lips and takes the head of it in his mouth proper. He drags his tongue over the tip like he's tasting him, suckling very lightly. Eames has always liked this, the feeling of Arthur's heels running over his back, the scent of him, of his arousal filling up his senses, the heavy weight of Arthur on his tongue.
He takes his time, savouring the moment, because even though they haven't exactly been celibate, this feels like a new beginning for him, for them both. Drawing his lips up and over the head before sucking him back in again, lapping at the shaft with practised ease, Eames can't help the small, appreciative noise he makes, groaning with the feel of it. ]
[ The rediscovered sense of happiness between them heightens every sense, nerve-endings electric and flesh on fire, and no matter how hard he tries to quieten the moans that fall from him one after the other, shallow pants of enthusiasm filling in the gaps between, he can't. He lifts his upper half, resting back onto trembling elbows, eyes dark with intense desire, and he watches Eames taking him in and out of his mouth, the sight of those full and luscious lips around his cock enough to tip him over the edge.
Unable to bear his own weight any longer, he flops back, arching up and squirming, knowing if he stops fighting it he'll come too soon. ] Oh god, Eames, fuck, you're gonna kill me.
He mouths the words here and there, constantly glancing down to the other end of the bed where Eames lies in close contact, and hiding the smile when he feels his eyes on him when he's focusing on the words on the screen. Eames hasn't suggested anywhere to go or anything he wants to do, and Arthur doesn't mind staying in for a while, relaxing, and trying to keep as cool as possible.
He stops what he's doing when the book drops, though, an amused quirk of the eyebrow staring down, and it takes everything he has not to pay attention to where the water makes the skin of his hip glisten, or the fact that Eames is half-naked in general. ] You alive down there?
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He rests their foreheads together, locking gazes. ] If we're having incredible sex we might as well have fun doing it. But neon? Really? [ He picks out a set of beads, not able to stop laughing when he does, tapping the end of it to Eames' nose. ] What did you think I was gonna do, pack my bags?
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[ Turning to look down into the box, Arthur picks out a neon green dildo with a smirk, slapping it against Eames' chest. ] Call me unimaginative, but this seems like a good place to start. [ He eyes up a yellow vibrating cock ring then looks down into Eames' lap. ] Unless you had other things in mind?
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It's too hot to go out. [ Licking the shell of Arthur's ear. ] And some of these toys are waterproof. I say we do whatever is going on in that lovely brain of yours and more. Mm?
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[ Pulling himself away, though not too far, he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, fingers clumsy in their rush. ] But like you pointed out, it's incredibly hot, and wearing clothes isn't doing anyone any good.
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Inhaling the scent of his skin for a moment before pressing a kiss just below his navel, chin nudging the tip of his cock. ] I think I know just how.
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He's struggling to hold up his head, eyes on Eames with the pupils shot wide, tongue flicking out over drying lips. ] Anything. Do anything, Eames, shit, just, don't stop.
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[ Leaning in, he presses his lips to the tip of his cock, smearing precome over his mouth like a balm as his tongue darts out to slide along it. Fingers trail up Arthur's hip, across his leg to nudge lightly at his balls. ] Mmm.
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[ Dropping heavily back onto the bed, Arthur grips hold of what bedding he can gather beneath his fingers, back arching up, and gasping out, knuckles white with the effort of not thrusting up into the warmth of Eames' mouth. Muttering incoherently for a minute, his voice sounds both relieved and pained, like he's almost on the verge of sobbing with it. ] Shit, shit, shit. [ Hooking his knees over Eames' shoulders, he squeezes his shut, head thrashing from side to side and a hand leaving the sheets to stroke over his own chest, teasing his nipples. ]
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He takes his time, savouring the moment, because even though they haven't exactly been celibate, this feels like a new beginning for him, for them both. Drawing his lips up and over the head before sucking him back in again, lapping at the shaft with practised ease, Eames can't help the small, appreciative noise he makes, groaning with the feel of it. ]
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Unable to bear his own weight any longer, he flops back, arching up and squirming, knowing if he stops fighting it he'll come too soon. ] Oh god, Eames, fuck, you're gonna kill me.
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